You want siblings? Trust me. You don't if your parents can't afford a house. If you live in an apartment, guess what! You'll have to learn how to like bunk beds. I cannot stress to you how much I wish I had my own apartment. It's not the whole, "Oh my parents don't understand me!" factor that gets to me. It's true, but I can live with it. I don't sleep in my own room. I sleep in "our" room, and that's fine for a while. The real trick is staying sane for an extended amount of time because when you sleep in the same space as a 16 and 13 year old, with you yourself being 18, life gets difficult. I have no silence in this house. It doesn't help that we're all boys either. In the wild, there would only be one of us left because the others would have been killed for survival. God I wish I was a polar bear. When biology wants you to kill your brothers, it's tempting. Our apartment complex, however, frowns upon murder, so that's not one of my options. I also love them, but that can't be one of the reasons. Can it? Point being, I have to live with the fact that I'm stuck dealing with a place that is never quiet, and the only silence I have to myself is at two in the morning when I'm thinking of topics to write about. I'm also around here too often. Sometimes I wish I could just drive to some forest out there and sit in silence, but then I remember that I don't have a car nor license. I wouldn't mind biking to where I want to escape to, but I can't ride a bike either. So now I have to wait to get hired someplace to afford a way to drive around. I want to get away from my brothers because I want to be able to appreciate the times they're actually with me. There's also the fact that they annoy me to no end and I want less of that.
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HumorThis is for most of my comedic writing. Whether it be rants/events pertaining to my life or little sketches, I'll put them here. My style of comedy ranges from dry to sarcastic. I also talk about people and how they need to understand that not every...
